Blooming October It’s the month of October And my blue flowers Are finally blooming As for my little heart It became a form of art So worthy of admiring And my words escaped Till that wide starscape To be forever shining I’m in love with my life Thus cut these lines with a knife I’m now in space, wandering Winter season milds And all of my summer dreams Start flowering, I’m breathing I kissed death tenderly As I purged myself wilfully I’m now a liberated being Today 1st October I realised That my body was never really mine It was, a place full of hauntings My house was full of ghosts See, I was a simple little host Carrying all of these things And love was never on my mind I was only trying to find Means to fulfill my dreamings In me that thing has grown And we’ll swallow it all For I’m a galaxy, swirling And on this month of October I’ll be a blue plumbago flower Pluck me, I’m flowering I’m away for now As I’m trying to learn how To remain consistent, organising And this is how it ends This October’s poem — In blue, blooming. -Eiravel-
Finally, October. While taking photos of my flowering blue plumbago I was inspired to write this poem yesterday. Have to say that I’ve been reorganising everything lately — files, photos, documents, my social-media feeds, a never ending chore… I’m so eager to blog again, I miss corresponding with all of you.
Eiravel 